coldhearted scientist وداد

There is much I do not like about Pablo Neruda, but these lines fit this morning’s windswept sunniness.

Gracias, violines, por este día
de cuatro cuerdas. Puro
es el sonido del cielo,
la voz azul del aire.

On this graceful, four-stringed day, skies sound pure as violins: the air’s blue voice.

Axé.